Meh.  Just meh.

So my research class was fantastic, and I think I learned more in 2 hours than I did in my entire research methods class last fall.

My stats class?  Well…I cried.  Seriously.  I showed up, there was no professor, there was a TA…whatever.  So I sat down at the computer and waited…and waited…then finally realized there was not going to be a professor.  No.  The class that I signed up for specifically because it was NOT an online course and had a real live teacher is, in fact, an online course.  Well…to be fair, they call it a ‘hybrid’ – where about 80% is done online, and then we go to about 4 required class meetings.  What-fucking-ever.  I was SO mad.  So I tried to figure out through the e-learning system what the hell was going on.  It was when I was having trouble figuring out the syllabus that I cried.  Not a whole lot…but sheesh.  The syllabus makes me cry?  Can’t wait for the rest of the class.  I sent out an email to a different section that meets in July that I originally backed out of because it’s not on the main campus – now, if she’ll still let me in the class, I’m dropping this online mess.

My public speaking class?  They were a little quiet today, but I’m hoping (desperately) that that will change.  Soon.  I did find out that one girl should be a junior, but credit-wise is a young sophomore (can someone say ‘likes to party’?) and is petrified of peanut butter.  She said she’s afraid of the smell, the taste, the color, the texture…oh-kay!

So I came home and listened to my stats lecture.  Twice.  Sigh.

Is it July yet?